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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

ELVIS

Hi! Remember me? I'm Elvis Aaron Schwarz.
I'm having a tough time. In spite of my good looks and important family,
I must work to support myself and to take Janie on dates. I can't take
Janie on dates for now, and we miss each other. I call Janie my baby doll, which she loves.

Elvis Aaron Schwarz and I haven't had our second date yet because he has been quite ill, perhaps with the same kind of yucky bronchitis my boyfriend Coffey has had. As Elvis Aaron Schwarz put it,

I get up sick, I go to work sick, I come home sick, and I go to bed sick.

Poor Elvis Aaron Schwarz. And he doesn't even have me to take care of him and nurse him back to health.

And to put the icing on Elvis Aaron Schwarz's cake of soap, he and most of the other employees who work for a nearby city have been cut back to 32 hours, making them part-time employees. Thus, they lose their benefits. They can't work overtime. They don't have health insurance. They don't have a retirement fund.

Poor Elvis Aaron Schwarz. In addition to being sick, he is now busy job hunting. He hopes to stay near my city and he assured me that he has not changed his mind about me.

Poor Elvis Aaron Schwarz. At least he still has a part-time job -- for now. Elvis Aaron Schwarz thinks the city for which he works will declare bankruptcy soon.

On another front, The Hurricane says the semester is kicking her butt. She has an extra administrative chore at work because of cutbacks in staffing. The university doesn't have enough people to run its departments.

Poor Hurricane.

Poor Elvis Aaron Schwarz.

Poor me, missing The Hurricane and Elvis Aaron Schwarz. I must be strong.

I have to say that I am grateful that I am retired and didn't have to worry about a job while I was sick. Hope Elvis gets to feeling better soon. At first I thought it was because you had wore him out. But bugs are worse.

Dear Janie, it's good that you so like movies---because in times of stress, I find that if I lose myself in a good book or a movie then the Irish stew of worry I'm cooking stops bubbling over and simply simmers so that I do not need to tend it. Peace.